Chapter 32: Peak of Zombie Life
Qin Zelin’s heart skipped a beat. After getting out of the car, he quickly circled around to Cen Miao’s side. Seeing him sprawled on the ground, he didn’t dare move him right away.
He crouched down and asked nervously, “What happened? Does your leg hurt?”
“No.” Cen Miao scratched his head, unsure how to describe it. He sounded anxious and aggrieved. “There are lots of tiny dots inside my leg.”
“???”
Tiny dots?
Had his leg fallen asleep?
Qin Zelin carried him into the villa and placed him on the sofa.
“Sit here for a while. Wait and see whether the tiny dots are still there later.”
Five minutes later—
“Hubby, the tiny dots are gone.”
“Hm? What tiny dots? Where did they go?” Butler Lin asked as he happened to pass through the living room after leaving his room.
Qin Zelin: “…It’s nothing. His leg fell asleep.”
At noon the next day, Cen Miao went to the cafeteria with Chengcheng.
After warily checking his surroundings, he first bought an extra-large serving of chicken cutlet rice.
Then, pretending not to see the bright green vegetables, he sneakily bought egg tarts, grilled sausages, and a caramel pudding before finding a table with Chengcheng.
He had barely eaten a few bites when the phone on the table chimed right on schedule.
Cen Miao picked it up and opened Qin Zelin’s WeChat messages.
[Qin Zelin] You may only have one serving of egg tarts, grilled sausages, or dessert after your meal. Don’t buy so many again.
[Qin Zelin] Since you’ve already bought them today, give half to your friend. There won’t be a next time.
[Qin Zelin] Go buy a serving of vegetables now.
“…”
Cen Miao’s hand trembled, and every hair on his body stood on end. He nearly threw his phone away.
How exactly could Qin Zelin see him?!
Left with no choice, Cen Miao pouted and bought another serving of vegetables. He obediently gave Chengcheng half of the egg tarts and grilled sausages.
Over the next few days, after repeatedly being bombarded with WeChat messages from Qin Zelin whenever he failed to buy vegetables, Cen Miao finally accepted a fact.
This human possessed incredible powers and could see everything.
He poked at the bright green vegetables on his plate with his chopsticks. Thinking about his WeChat balance and the fact that he could no longer work part-time, his face filled with worry.
“Chengcheng, since I have tutoring and classes all the time, how else can I make money?”
Chengcheng: “?”
His darling was practically the pure, stubborn little white flower from a short drama brought to life.
Everyone knows you’re rich, but I didn’t marry you for your money!
What I want is a love between equals, not to become a delicate canary protected beneath your wings!!!
Ahhh!
They were such a perfect couple!
“Baby, you’re so good-looking. Why don’t you start your own social media account? You’d definitely gain followers and go viral in minutes. You could earn a million a month.”
“What is social media?” Cen Miao asked.
“It’s those short-video creators we’re always watching. Once they become popular, they can earn lots of money by taking advertisements.”
Chengcheng carefully studied Cen Miao for a moment and clicked his tongue several times.
“I think you’re better-looking than a lot of influencers.”
“No, that’s wrong. There’s basically no influencer better-looking than you!”
“And that little face of yours is completely natural.”
Cen Miao didn’t understand why being natural mattered, but he understood one thing.
He was good-looking, so he could start a social media business, take advertisements, and earn a million a month!
One egg tart cost four yuan.
If he earned a million every month, he could buy…
Cen Miao counted on his fingers for a long while.
“…”
A lot of egg tarts, anyway.
That evening, because his afternoon major class ran late, Aunt Wang had already finished preparing dinner by the time Cen Miao arrived home.
He looked at Qin Zelin across the table, puffed out his little chest, and declared heroically,
“Hubby, I’m going to start a social media business and earn a million a month.”
Qin Zelin: “???”
“What made you want to start a business?”
Cen Miao spoke with great ambition.
“Because I want to… earn a million a month.”
Qin Zelin: “?”
Wasn’t there twenty million yuan on the card he had given him for spending money?
And hadn’t Qin Zelin already said he would add more once Cen Miao used it up?
Why did he need to earn a million a month?
Could it be that, after cooking, becoming a social media creator was his new interest?
That was actually quite good. Once his attention shifted, he might never want to cook again.
Besides, the psychologist had said supporting Cen Miao’s interests would benefit his condition.
“All right. I support you. Do it if you want, but try not to reveal your face or location.”
“Thank you, Hubby!”
On Saturday evening, Qin Zelin received another enthusiastic welcome when he arrived home.
Seeing Butler Lin and Aunt Wang’s wandering gazes and hesitant expressions, he felt a faint sense of foreboding.
Sure enough…
Inside the dining room, Qin Zelin stared at the meat on the table—some pieces deathly pale, others charred black.
“?”
Hadn’t Cen Miao decided to become a social media creator?
Why had he… fallen in love with cooking again?
“Hubby, hurry and sit down for dinner!”
“Mm… all right.”
“Hubby, you’re so lucky! You’ll get to eat my cooking all the time!”
Qin Zelin: “???”
Cen Miao’s eyes sparkled.
“I’m going to be a food blogger!”
“…”
The maid’s eyes widened.
Hiss…
She suddenly felt a little sorry for the capitalist.
“Cough, cough, cough.” Qin Zelin suddenly started coughing. “A food… blogger?”
The reason he had offered his support the previous night was because he had assumed that, based on Cen Miao’s major, he would create art-related content—perhaps livestreaming himself drawing. He could show only his hands without exposing his privacy.
“Mm! Chengcheng said I’ll definitely go viral and gain followers in minutes, then earn a million a month.” Cen Miao nodded vigorously, his gaze filled with determination.
Qin Zelin: “…”
After several seconds of silence, he forced out, “…Good luck. But if it becomes too difficult, it’s fine to give up.”
Hmph!
He would never give up!
He was going to earn a million a month!
Because he had just discovered that Qin Zelin hadn’t noticed the roujiamo he secretly bought while passing the night market that evening.
His superpower stopped working at night!
Once Cen Miao earned a million a month and reached the peak of his zombie life, he would visit the night market every single day!
That evening, Cen Miao uploaded the first video to his account.
It showed him pointing at the several masterpieces on the table and announcing that he had prepared four dishes and one soup that day.
Every few minutes, Cen Miao ran back to check his account.
However, the instant viral success he had imagined never came.
Over the next few days, he uploaded several more videos in succession, yet still no one gave him a little heart, and his follower count remained at zero.
At lunchtime, he looked gloomily at the person across from him.
“Chengcheng, I’ve already posted four videos. Why haven’t I received even one little heart?”
“? That can’t be right. With your face, even if a random video didn’t make it onto the trending page, there’s no way it would get zero likes.”
“Let me see how you filmed them, baby.”
Cen Miao obediently opened his phone, entered his account, and handed it over.
A long while later—
Chengcheng: “…”
“Is it because I’m not good-looking enough?” Cen Miao asked dejectedly.
Chengcheng’s face looked like an overturned paint palette, shifting from green to yellow, then red to black.
Whether you were good-looking or not, you had to let people actually see you!
With a face like that, why had he chosen to become a “food blogger”?
“? Did the domineering CEO forbid you from showing your face?”
Baby, is your face mine alone to admire as much as I please?
